( one day he'll ask. he'll ask all those questions he's wondered, learn more than he ever thought to ask, with interest deepening every minute he stays in the vampire's company. even now he's tempting to just talk to him, distracted by kissing and touching as he is, and the way Crowley says his name like that. it warms something in him, sweet and low-burning, like the flickering little flame of a candle between cupped hands.
tug on his lip gets a soft gasp born from his throat, a noise that stays mostly caught up there, settles heavy on his chest with the way his stomach flutters with excitement. when he's pulled by the waist he goes down, easily tempted as he is with most things when it comes to Crowley, focused enough on the kiss and moving his hand that he doesn't even notice that fumble for the bottle. )
Mm...?
( wow yeah they banged a good five times and not fingered once, this is totally progress. amazing. dropping his head back onto the sheets, Aoba looks up, blinking thrice, before nodding slow. )
Yeah. Okay.
( pressing his heels down into the mattress and shifting his hips up, needy, trying to offer Crowley as much room as possible to use his hand. )
But—keep kissing me.
( that's Aoba's only stipulation, nodding his chin up stubbornly while stealing another kiss. he'll let Crowley look while he's cracking the lube open if he wants, but during, he wants to be kissed. that's fine, isn't it? )
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tug on his lip gets a soft gasp born from his throat, a noise that stays mostly caught up there, settles heavy on his chest with the way his stomach flutters with excitement. when he's pulled by the waist he goes down, easily tempted as he is with most things when it comes to Crowley, focused enough on the kiss and moving his hand that he doesn't even notice that fumble for the bottle. )
Mm...?
( wow yeah they banged a good five times and not fingered once, this is totally progress. amazing. dropping his head back onto the sheets, Aoba looks up, blinking thrice, before nodding slow. )
Yeah. Okay.
( pressing his heels down into the mattress and shifting his hips up, needy, trying to offer Crowley as much room as possible to use his hand. )
But—keep kissing me.
( that's Aoba's only stipulation, nodding his chin up stubbornly while stealing another kiss. he'll let Crowley look while he's cracking the lube open if he wants, but during, he wants to be kissed. that's fine, isn't it? )